Why I Write

American author Octavia E. Butler once said: “You don’t start out writing good stuff. You start out writing crap and thinking it’s good stuff, and then gradually you get better at it.”

Personally, writing is a form of therapy, an escape from the dishes that need cleaning, to the grocery shopping. It is a process of reflection that allows me to address the pondering thoughts that are often pushed away into the deepest, darkest parts of my mind, and often forgotten about. It is a creative process that lets me enter a magical space of my imagination that not everyone is able to join. It is personal, yet social. It is easy, yet incredibly challenging.

My passion for writing began in 2016 when I was working and travelling my way around the United Kingdom and Europe during my gap year. I slowly began jotting down my thoughts and experiences along the way, from cities that had a huge impact on me, to dishes that to this day still tantalise my taste-buds. By recounting these adventures I was able to bring my friends and family back home, on parts of the journey with me, whilst also having the opportunity to look back on these stories and relive the moments that made me want to write them down. It was towards the end of that year that my obsession for writing began to blossom as I realised that writing was a way for me to get my stories out there, whilst trying to make a difference. That is how I decided that a career in writing was something that I needed to pursue.

I write to constantly develop, learn and grow. I write to face my fear of allowing others to view the painting of my mind. I write for my words to be read. For nature, for animals and for the voiceless. To create awareness within our society about what our actions are doing to them. I write not for perfection, but for action. I write so that hopefully the minds of others will grow alongside mine.

This may take some time, but this is why I write.